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Reha closed their eyes rubbing at their temples with their fingers. Someone a couple tables down was talking loudly into their phone as their child destroyed whatever food and drinks was in front of them. Clearly, anger management was a process, and one they were failing. “Some people don’t deserve the air they breath” they mumbled, venom in their voice.
“A bold and angry statement, very you,” bitterness colored her voice and Miriam inwardly chastised herself -- but when it came to Reha, it was hard to stay kind. It was hard to stay composed. It seemed like when it came to them, there was a pang of hurt that Miriam got everytime they interacted, even after so many years. That alone, added to the anger. Miriam crossed her arms, “that child is PARTICULARLY loud, though. Kid might get arrested here though for disturbing the peace.”
